DE REVES. I … I … I don't quite understand.
FAME. Well, which do you like best, green or blue?
DE REVES. Oh—er—blue. (She blows her trumpet out of the window.) No—er—I think green.
FAME. Green is his favourite colour.
THE CROWD. Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!
FAME. 'Ere, tell us something. They want to know all about yer.
DE REVES; Wouldn't you perhaps … would they care to hear my sonnet, if you would—er….
FAME (picking up quill). Here, what's this?
DE REVES. Oh, that's my pen.
FAME (after another blast on her trumpet). He writes with a quill. (Cheers from THE CROWD.)